Monday 8/26/2013

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Nothing can be said that's not
cliche
that said
I awoke
looked up the shape, barred
and downy feathers, and yes it is
the softness that makes a barn owl's
flight silent
you asked about the painting
and we ran errands
I forgot about the dead dog
on Dolan Rd.
we kissed
had lunch
and read in the park, waiting
for the stalls to open
bought cabbage and cauliflower
tomatoes fennel a nutella tart
At Java n' Juice had small Americanas
and read our respective books
not bad for the nearly jobless
underemployed still hopeful
but then The
Usual Suspects
the Keyser Sözes
remind me
(even that personable
James Burke
expounding on the timesaving
treadmills the mills)
and then you note
the clothing, the standard items
in our pockets, the clocks
the things --
what they lack